Cooking Companions Characters Novels & Stories

Fortunately, they didn't despise Sebastian's wife for being a low class, after all, Sebastian's friends aren't easy to deal with as they choose who they want to be. As Larry asked, K Whatever felt relieved that she didn't have any dramas with his friends. "Well, I don't know how to cook but I know how to slice some ingredients." That was a lie. She knew how to cook well but the kitchen hates her as every time she cooks if the pan isn't on fire, the kitchen is. If the kitchen is safe, she wouldn't. Her bad luck became a hindrance to her culinarian ability. Her sister became a chef made K Whatever grateful... As she only needs to worry about the dishes!

' All these uncomfortable thoughts invaded her mind. Nobody was allowed till the purple was done cooking. The mates are expected to cook the meat hunted by their soon-to-be-mates with love and care. It was their chance to impress their Alphas with their cooking skills. The Girl cooks for the entire family, but it's the Alpha who takes the first bite as the rest of the family members follows. This is precisely what made Purple nervous; she wanted to cook her best recipe for the Alpha. She was determined to impress the Alpha.

Coraline Beatrice and the cook with his assistants helped me set out all the ingredients when I told them what I was planning to make. Before long, the kitchen table was filled with everything I needed while they all stood to the side, watching me like I was about to perform magic. Martina was seated on the other side of the table looking excited. I smiled at her and rolled up the sleeves of the casual top I had changed into along with jeans. I was tying up my hair when Chiara and Tommy sauntered in, the latter holding up his phone like he was recording.

I made it home and the guys helped me unload the groceries and put them away so I could cook us all a nice home-cooked meal, something I think none of us has had in a very long time. “Get your paws off those Cheeto puffs! I’m cooking here!” I growl at Charley as he reaches for the snack chips. He stiffened and immediately turned around with his eyes big, “Caught red-handed!” “Yeah! Step away from the chips, Charley!” I continue asserting my tone. He laughs and relaxes, walking over to where I am cooking, acting as if the Cheeto Puffs never existed, “Whatcha cookin?”

They were alone. I couldn't help the growl that escaped my mouth as I grabbed the cook by the collar and threw him aside. —Tony! — I heard my partner scream behind me. I turned to her. She jumped off the counter and ran towards him. This irritated me even more. —What the fuck were you two doing? I growled as I watched her help the cook to his feet. — Alpha Aaron, what do you mean by that? Chloe was helping me with dinner and asked me to taste the sauce. I wasn't... — Tony, the cook, said.

Why does anyone have to be so sexy? “You’re going to keep staring or peel the goddamn vegetables?” He passed her a stern look that immediately reminded her of who he was. The cocky Caspian! Letting out a scoff, she began slicing the vegetables with expertise, and in no time, she finished. Her eyes caught sight of her mother-in-law staring at them from the living room while caressing Pookie on her thighs who had already gotten used to her in just a few days of meeting. Unlike what her mother-in-law had suggested, Anna ended up being the assistant cook in the kitchen. In silence, she instead watched as Caspian expertly made the food, his cooking prowess evident with each meal that he made.

The air fills with the sound of pots clattering and the flavorful aroma of our culinary endeavor. Sabrina takes up the task of preparing the spaghetti, expertly boiling the pasta until it reaches that perfect state of al dente. Meanwhile, I focus on the chicken, coating each piece with breadcrumbs and cheese, making sure every inch is covered to create that crisp, golden crust. We slide around each other with ease, a ballet of cooking motions, switching between stirring sauces and checking the oven, laughter punctuating the process. The kitchen is alive, bustling, and warm, a reflection of the camaraderie and joy of cooking together.

“I don’t really meet the criteria, Tiernan. I’m not an officer or a spouse.” He shrugged. “Cleo usually joins us as well. She’s not a soldier, but she’s a close confidant. You won’t be out of place.” “And the other companions? Do they join you?” She really didn’t want another dose of Nina’s overt hostility tonight. He shook his head. “No.”

“I cooked.” Amid her protest, I pull off her bonnet and her hair cascades down. I run my fingers through them, draw her in for a hug and sniff her. I love her smell. I love everything El is. “You know you don’t have to cook.” “I know,” she answers. She steps back but her arms linger on my waist. “But I like cooking for you.” Lydia does most of the cooking when I am unavailable. El pinches my nose. “I like cooking for you too.”

I say getting off the couch making my way into the kitchen. “What happened?” he asks following me into the kitchen leaning his back against the wall. “Well.” I pause. “Matthew’s back.” My lips going into a straight line. My head shaking in disbelief. Evan’s demeanor seemed to change drastically. He pushes himself off the wall and starts pacing the kitchen. “He’s back,” he says more to himself than to me.